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I Need a Serious God

I’ve got a feeling this city -- she’s not done with me yet
‘cause every nite I’ve been dreaming about my grade school,
then wake up and wonder where it all went,
that world you wrote and never gave to the one who never loved you.
Whoever said it was easy?  Whoever said it was all good?

I need a serious god,
I need a serious god.
You were right.

The blood may boil, but it never comes to anything,
‘cause the street’s what’s guilty, the street’s not done with me.
(The world scattered, but there was nowhere to stand.)
I’m still only halfway through the first chorus, you see,
and you’re already halfway through the next one to read.

We’re in the part of the state where two FM stations come in at once in static.
Sorry for all the things I will do, I cleaned the basement and put it all in the attic.

You were right, 
so stop saving all your lives.
You knew this would happen.
What happened to it?
What happened to it,
The world you wrote and never gave to
The one who never loved you?

I need a serious God,
I need a serious God.
You were right.

Will you die for what you live by?
Will you die for what you live for?
Will you die by what you live for?
Will you die by what you live by?



Fate